“We’re still having pizza right? The oven’s almost up to temperature!” He smiled sweetly at me. “There’s beer in the fridge, and it’s still cold, too. You’d like a cold beer, wouldn’t you? To settle your nerves? Because, fuck me sideways, I sure would.”
We ended up sitting at the kitchen table, which I noticed was from the fifties and probably worth a fortune by now. Finn stuffed some dish towels in the crack beneath the basement door to make me feel better, got out some beer, and popped the pizza in the oven. It hadn’t occurred to me that people might have gas ovens, since my house had been updated to all electric years ago. What else had I probably overlooked?
When Burk came in, following the aroma of the pizza cooking, he washed up, grabbed a beer, and joined us. I told him about the radios in the cars, and he got excited and wanted to go get them right then. Finn made him wait and eat with us first.